Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Comoros and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing MC5 to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Nas. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Holt,
The Walker Brothers,
Rekid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gories,
Sun Ra,
Thompson Twins,
Eddi Front,
Davy DMX,
Pantaleimon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Max Romeo,
kango's stein massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cymande,
Pantytec,
Michelle Simonal,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Terry,
ABBA,
the Soft Cell,
June Days,
John Foxx,
The Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Make Up,
Todd Rundgren,
Dennis Brown,
June of 44,
Black Sheep,
Grauzone,
Black Pus,
Ronnie Foster,
Jawbox,
Alphaville,
Nas,
Agitation Free,
Lalann,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ossler,
Robert Görl,
Connie Case,
Motorama,
Juan Atkins,
Black Bananas,
The Fugs,
L. Decosne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mojo Men,
The Smiths,
The Martian,
The Busters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.